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It wasn't often that Skylla had trouble sleeping but there were times that storms, especially heavy ones gave her a struggle. It didn't help that the sudden howling scream from Vimiath in the middle of the night had caused the woman to jolt awake. The unearthly sound had frozen her to the core, combined with the storm that was beginning to rage out there, it was just eerie. She had spent the first part of the flight with a blanket and curled beside Neith, glad she was not a goldrider forced to leave the wear so suddenly, but she knew what was coming and wondered if she should find her way somewhere where she could 'catch' someone.

Neith had encouraged her finally and Skylla had made her way to the bottom where the kitchens were, in search of food and company. She hadn't expected the lust to be so heavy, was it the storm or the strange outrage that Vimiath was roaring about in the sky, she didn't know, but it began to get hard to find where he was going. The need to catch someone was growing stronger, stronger then when there was the need to be caught when Neith rose. She should be sue to this, she was use to this but...the intensity was different.

Stumbling into someone sent them both sprawling to the ground and Skylla was quick to act, lips meeting lips, arms twining around the others body. The feel of hands upon her, her hands upon them was all she could really remember. How they managed to get back to a weyr, she would never know but there was the memory of falling back into a soft and plush bed to finish out the fun.


Stretching out languidly, Skylla let her eyes open slowly, green eyes moving to stare up at the ceiling of her own weyr. It was nice that she had made it back here, more comfortable that way, she didn't have to worry about intruding on anyone else's privacy and hurrying away.

Sitting up, Skylla let her eyes fall to look down at who her bed mate had been and she raised an eyebrow some. It was the wingsecond for her wing, D'zek. She had remembered seeing his dragon in with the others who were chasing Vimiath. She had to admit, out of anyone she could have ended up with D'zek was not a bad option. She always found the man fascinating as well as pretty attractive.

"Morning D'zek." Her voice was soft as she spoke, wondering if he was up, hoping he might want to wake up, if not speaking had been a mistake. "Would you like me to get use some Klah sent up, Wingsecond?"

When hers had returned with a partner, the wingsecond of their wing, and Neith had seen that Jageth had returned to his weyr from the flight all alone, she had not hesitated to reach out to the bronze. Theirs were together and she didn't want him to be alone after not having caught Vimiath.

Jageth was an ideal specimen of a dragon and a bronze, in her opinion. Sure, he wasn't the sweetest around, spouting sweet nothings but she wasn't the type that wanted that. She nuzzled against him some. happily curled up beside him. Morning, Skyllamine. Did you sleep well? There was a teasing tone to the voice in her head and Skylla laughed some. Why yes I did Skylla. It seems you did as well.

Her attention turning back to D'zek she nodded her head. "Whatever you say, sir" It was a teasing tone, she pushed off the furs of her bed and stood up, stretching and not even worrying about redressing as she moved to get some klah started.

"Tell you a secret D'zek. Neith has always had a bit of a thing for Jageth. She was very excited to learn you two had been promoted to Wingsecond of our Wing." She returned with two cups, handing one to D'zek as she sat back down upon the bed. "Vimiath certainly picked a rather eventful night to rise."